the fallacy of optimism
fate must be preparing to send me something very special because i have this gut feeling that things have been rather crappy lately. let me count the ways:
- i came home tonight to find that the over-large, heavy miniblinds on my living room window had ripped out of the window frame and toppled several stacks of papers on my desk (narrowly missing my computer and sparing my diploma).
- somehow i naively expected that i would be paid a full time salary while in grad school (this, thanks to phill, is now being repaired)
- in the process of being informed that my salary situation had taken a turn for the worse, i wrote a snippy email about someone else to phill, who then mistakenly(?) sent a reply to me and the person who i was being snippy about. that person was a little unhappy about what I wrote, and i had the pride swallowing privilege of apologizing
- the people who live in the apartment above me have come home from their summers, and for whatever reason, every footstep they make on their hardwood floors sounds like loud hammering. there also seems to be a dog living upstairs. i am starting to decide that i should begin to look for somewhere else to live.
- i have begun waking up “naturally” after only 7ish hours of sleep, instead of my normal/excessive 8-10. could that be because of the loud thumping above my head, which neither earplugs nor pillows seem able to block?
- the object of my lust remains squarely out of reach
- i recently traveled 28 consecutive hours from almaty, kazakhstan to chapel hill, north carolina, 20 hours of which I spent sitting on a plane.
- i decided to register for a class fully aware that it will be bad (unless *I* go way out of my way to make it meaningful)
- i presently pay out-of-state tuition, at $8000/semester. if I was classified as in-state, my tuition would be paid for by my work, and my graduate eduation would be free.
- while riding my bike to weaver street in order to pick up some chicken and vegetables for dinner, i was accosted by a fanatical mother who insisted that i “wear a helmet!”
- and i haven’t had any sustained time to re-evaluate my philosophy of life. as a result, i am currently running on habit and comfort.
do i really need all of this?
update: fallacy, eh?